Twice Upon a Time (9 page)

She nodded slightly.

Nasir felt a tightening between his legs. As if he had balls. He’d been feeling a bit odd the past day. It was almost as if he wasn’t in control of his own body at times and he’d always loved Farima, but not with this al -encompassing need. They made love on occasion, but never alone.

Farima took Maisha’s hand and led her to the bed. Nasir followed, anticipation making his mouth water. The two beauties stretched out beside each other and embraced. Maisha cupped Farima’s face with absolute tenderness and kissed her.

Nasir wanted to kiss her too. The only thing more arousing than watching Farima make love with a beautiful woman was making love with her himself. He stretched out behind Farima and trailed kisses over her shoulder. His hand circled her body to cup her soft breast. Maisha’s nipple brushed the back of his hand. Nasir lifted Farima’s breast to gently rub her pink nipple against the other woman’s darker areola.

“Take her into your mouth, love,” Nasir whispered into Farima’s ear.

“I’ve never done this before,” she whispered. “With Maisha, I’ve always been on the receiving end of pleasure.”

Maisha kissed her forehead tenderly. “If you do not wish to—” Farima silenced Maisha’s words by pressing her on to her back. “But I do wish.” She slid down Maisha’s body and extended her tongue. When it brushed Maisha’s breast, the woman jerked and then gently stroked her lover’s hair, her back bent to offer her flesh willingly.

Watching Farima tentatively flick her tongue over Maisha’s nipple had Nasir’s cock engorged to near bursting. She sucked one nipple in her mouth and Maisha moaned.

Nasir cursed under his breath. If watching Farima suck Maisha’s breast had him this aroused, what would it be like to watch her use her mouth between Maisha’s legs? He waited patiently while Farima kissed a trail down Maisha’s slightly rounded belly. She continued downward and nipped the woman’s shaved mound with her teeth. The three of them shuddered with excitement.

Farima pressed Maisha’s thighs open and the scent of her sex—her excitement—

urged Nasir to move down Farima’s delectable body. He watched her mouth move against Maisha’s slick, reddened flesh for a moment and then he continued lower to position his face between Farima’s legs. She groaned and bucked against his face as he suckled, licked and kissed her hot flesh.

Maisha screamed when she came, “Yes, Princess. Oh I must be a dreaming. Yes!” Farima lifted her head. “Nasir, I want you inside me.” He gasped in anticipation. “Yes, Princess.”

“Maisha, you will suckle me at the same time.”

Nasir loved everything about this woman. He sent a silent word of thanks to her for knowing what she wanted and being unafraid to ask for it.

“Lie on your back, Nasir. Are you ready for me?”

“What do you think?” he said in a low growl. He moved up the mattress and turned onto his back. His cock pointed at the ceiling. Farima wrapped her hand around it and it twitched excitedly.

“Help me get him harder,” Farima said to Maisha.

Harder? There was no way he could get any harder. Or so he thought before the two women began to flick their tongues over the head of his cock.

“Oh, nice,” was the best he could come up with as the pleasure overwhelmed him.

When Farima was satisfied with his condition, she moved to straddle him. Maisha took his cock in her hand and rubbed it over Farima’s clit before guiding it into her body.

Farima sank down on his cock and then leaned back, giving Maisha access to her clit while she rode him slowly. Maisha wiry hair brushed Nasir’s lower belly as she bobbed her head with Farima’s motions, suckling her princess’s clit as requested. He watched Farima’s face as she was taken to new heights of ecstasy. When Maisha’s tongue moved to stroke Farima’s pussy as it engulfed his cock, Nasir shuddered.

“That feels amazing,” he said breathlessly.

“I crave her taste,” Maisha murmured and licked Farima’s fluids from Nasir’s cock.

When Farima sank down to take Nasir deep again, Maisha shifted her attention to Farima’s clit once more.

Farima shuddered with release, crying out in ecstasy.

“I see my wife has been well attended in my absence,” a deep voice said from beside the bed.

Lara’s heart stopped for several seconds. She slowly turned her head to look at the tall, good-looking man standing beside the bed. She half expected him to draw a sword and kill Farima, Nasir and Maisha in a bloody show of jealousy, but he merely smiled.

“Sorry I interrupted,” he said. “Please, continue.”

“Ashar, she has just claimed her pleasure if you would like to take her now,” Maisha said.

“I’ll take her just before the next one,” he said and took a seat on the divan next to the bed.

What in the hell? Lara looked down at Reece and they stared at each other in question. Why did her consciousness decide to take charge at the most awkward moments? She’d been enjoying Farima’s pleasure second hand, which was not as good as making love to Reece, but it allowed her to experience things she might never consider trying on her own. Now she was in a very compromising position. Did she stop or continued making love with Reece in front of Farima’s tall, dark, and surprisingly gorgeous husband?

“Nasir,” Ashar said. “Have you spent yourself already?”

“No, sir,” Reece said.

“Possess her from behind.”

Farima’s husband was going to sit there and watch another man fuck her?

Seriously? What kind of orgies did these people engage in?

“Maisha,” he murmured. It was the only instruction she needed. Maisha rose from the bed and knelt before the governor. She started to remove his clothes while Lara and Reece stared at him with wide eyes.

“I’m sorry,” Ashar said. “Was I unclear in my instructions?”

“No, sir,” Nasir said.

Nasir gently lifted Farima from his lap. His cock fel free of her body. He settled her on hands and knees and knelt behind her. Lara’s entire body was trembling. She glanced over at the governor and found Maisha sucking his massive cock. Lara had never seen such an enormous cock before and it continued to grow at the persistent tug of Maisha’s lush lips.

“Open her for me, Nasir. I’m almost ready. You always make her so wet.” Always? Lara swallowed hard. So this was a normal thing in their bedroom? Reece slid into her body again. His thrusts were deep and rhythmic. He ground his cock into her in such a way that made her tremble. Lara had to wonder if Reece liked to perform in front of an audience. He was definitely getting into it. Lara was too self-conscious to relax. She turned her head to look at Farima’s highly unusual husband. He had an excellent physique. Thick waves of black hair tumbled forward to surround his deep brown eyes as he enjoyed the pleasure Maisha’s mouth gave him. His cock was ful y engorged now, veins strained against the skin. Lara began to rock back against Reece, suddenly craving Ashar’s thick cock inside her. That had to be Farima’s desire coming through, because Lara was in love with Reece. She couldn’t possibly want another man inside her, no matter how beguiling she found his enormous cock to be.

The governor patted Maisha’s shoulder and she moved to the bed. Lara’s hips buckled when Maisha’s seeking fingers slid over the slick flesh between her legs. Reece sucked an excited breath between his teeth as the woman’s hand brushed his cock as it plunged into Lara again and again.

“Almost,” she said to the governor and moved her fingers to Lara’s clit.

Trembling uncontrollably, Lara knew she was calling out more loudly with each thrust, but she’d lost herself in an ocean of bliss where logical thought was abandoned.

“She’s ready,” Maisha said.

Lara groaned when Reece jerked away. An instant later, Ashar’s massive cock slammed into her. If she hadn’t been so wet and excited, it would have hurt, but since she was, it made her come. She screamed as her orgasm rippled through her pussy and womb, sucking at the huge cock pounding into her relentlessly. Al the strength went out of her arms and she collapsed, her face pressing against the bedding. Hands dug into the cheeks of her ass, holding her hips up as Ashar continued to drive into her.

“I know it hurts, my love. Almost done,” Ashar said, “and then Nasir will bring you pleasure again.”

It didn’t hurt. Lara wondered why he thought that. Yes, he was huge and fil ed her beyond capacity, but she liked it. She began to move against him, urging him to take her faster. A finger slid into her ass. A mouth sucked at her breast. The heel of someone’s hand ground into her clit in deep, rapid circles.

“Maisha, keep Nasir hard,” Ashar said.

Lara lifted her head and watched Maisha’s lips approach Reece’s cock. “I want to do it,” Lara gasped. “Let me.”

Maisha and Nasir both looked to the governor for approval.

“If that’s what she wants,” Ashar said gently. “Maisha, help me climax. Farima’s tender flesh can’t take much more of this.”

That was a lie if ever Lara had heard one, but something made her hold that thought. Perhaps it was because this arrangement allowed Farima to keep Nasir and Maisha as lovers as well as her well-endowed husband. What a little minx. Not that Lara blamed her. With a few less sensibilities and a little more time to adapt to the idea, Lara would have considered three magnificent lovers a blessing.

Lara reached for Reece, wrapping an arm around his hips to move him closer. He stroked her hair lovingly as she sucked his cock.

“Easy, love,” Ashar said, “Do not make him come. He stil has work to do after I have finished.”

Lara tilted her head to gaze up at Reece and found him grinning at her indulgently.

She was glad he wasn’t jealous of Ashar. Instead he seemed committed to this unusual sexual partnering.

When Ashar finally let go, he held himself buried deep inside and groaned in bliss.

His cock jerked violently within Farima as he spent himself. He remained deeply buried until he went soft.

“Clench for me, Farima,” he murmured, stroking the length of her spine with a loving touch.

Clench?
When he started to withdraw slowly she realized he wanted her to tighten around him as he pulled free. He sucked a breath through his teeth as he moved out of her body. His fingers col ected the fluids that dribbled free. He did his best to return them to her tender pussy.

“Nasir, keep my fluid inside her,” Ashar said. “We want her with child this time.” Reece careful y turned Lara onto her back. He stared down into her eyes as he slowly slid into her body. She flinched. Okay, so she was a bit sore. She’d had sex more often the past few days than her entire life put together and Farima’s husband had a cock not only long, but thick in girth.

Ashar stroked Farima’s hair tenderly. “I’m so sorry I hurt you, my love. I tried to hurry.”

“It’s not so bad,” she murmured.

“If I were a stronger man, I could resist your al ure.” He kissed her and then turned his head and kissed Nasir. Not a brotherly kiss. One that involved plundering lips and tongue.

Lara watched with wide eyes as Reece kissed him back.

Okay. So much for getting used to the kinkiness in this bedroom. Lara prayed for Farima to take charge again. She was three seconds from total y flipping out.

Mouth still tangled with Ashar’s, Reece’s hips began to move as he slowly slid in and out of Lara’s body. Ashar drew away and cupped Reece’s cheek. His thumb skimmed over his flesh as he gazed at the younger man with obvious love. Lara knew Ashar saw Nasir when he looked at Reece, but she didn’t. She saw him looking at Reece like he was succulent piece of prime rib he was about to devour. Too bizarre.

She squeezed her eyes shut, hoping that when she opened them again, she’d see Ashar lusting after someone other than the man she loved.

“We are lucky to have found her, Nasir,” Ashar said. “One who loves us both and accepts our love for each other.”

She cracked an eye open just as the pair of handsome men turned their heads to gaze down at her. She was too stunned to respond. Ashar and Nasir were in love?

What in the hell? Just when she thought she had this complex situation straight in her head, someone threw her for another loop. So was this thing with Farima just a cover for their homosexual relationship?

“I will return in a while,” Ashar said. “I’ve been informed that one of my wives has threatened you, wife.” He kissed her and she was too slow to avoid it. “You are the only woman I need, Farima. I may have to disband my harem. It would save me many headaches.” He kissed Nasir/Reece again. Deep, familiar, all-encompassing kisses.

“Treat my wife gently while I’m away. Give her untold pleasure.” Reece nodded in agreement. Ashar climbed from the bed and slipped into his clothes. “Maisha,” he said, his voice commanding. The beautiful woman climbed from the bed and dressed. The two left Nasir and Farima to enjoy that requested untold pleasure.

Reece waited until they were out of earshot before scrubbed his mouth with the back of his hand. He lowered his body over Lara’s and murmured into her ear. “What in the hel just happened?”

“I’d say Ashar is not going to want Nasir to be clean shaven.” Reece shuddered. “He kissed me. On the fucking mouth.” Lara wrapped her arms around him and rubbed her nose against his jaw. “You kissed him back.”

“No. Nasir kissed him back. He even likes this sloppy seconds stuff. It turns him on to have his dick coated with some other guy’s come.”

“Well, he loves him, doesn’t he?”

Reece lifted his head to stare down at Lara. “Yeah. What about Farima? Is she just fucking her husband out of duty so she can keep Nasir or what?” Lara shook her head. “She loves both of them. And Maisha, too. What about Nasir?

Is he with Farima just to cover up his relationship with Ashar?”

“That doesn’t make any sense. Maybe if just Ashar were having sex with her, but they both are. Talk about oversexed. I’m surprised the woman can walk.” Lara laughed. “She knows how to get what she wants. Everyone is fal ing all over themselves to please her.”

“Is that why you want to stay here forever?” Reece asked.

Lara shook her head. “This bed is a bit too crowded for my tastes. I prefer it this way. Just the two of us.”